Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.